OOC: Sorry for my retarded mistake. I didn't even read up on what was going on. I'm so damn stupid I didn't realize you were at the Harkiems' base. I should know better.

Yes, this can be an event.

OOC: YEEEESSS!!! Actually, now that I think about it, I might be able to throw you in there...and I do mean that literally.

IC:
Without warning, the door to the cell containing Blank, Tayro, and others swings open. Beyond it stand two Hakiems with black handkerchiefs tied around their foreheads. If anyone in that room had known that this was the symbol of Hakiems L2, the highest level of normal Hakiems, a good deal of fear would easily capture them.

Without making a sound, the two guards throw their delievery into the room. Just regaining consciousness is Darilan, another of Alpha's friends. Apparently the Hakiems weren't just rounding up those who were by the campfire...

FIRE!.. FIRE FIRE !

all ropes slowy burned away...

He looks around..
eh.. where's Alpha... has he bin.. killed..

Confuzzled, Darilan stares at the floor. Some unholy bastard had kidnapped him. Kidnapped! Where is he? What is he doing here? He stuggles to get to his feet.

Shada inhales sharply at the frightening suggestion, but quickly regains her composure with a shake of her head. "There's no way. The only way they'd kill Keyru was if they already had Master Zaris to watch it - and if that was the case, we'd already be dead too." She rubs her sore wrists. "Anyways, thanks. That feels a lot better. But how'd you do it? They took your Fire Scroll!"


Blank scoots over to Darilan as he wakes up. Surprisingly, Darilan's hands are not bound at all. A gleeful grin appears on his face. 'Maybe this guy can untie our ropes!'

OOC: I'm not sure if Blank ever met Darilan, so I'm going to assume that he hasn't.

Gaining coherence, Darilan sees that the fellows are bound by rope. It comes as a shock when he feels his own arms dangling freely at his sides. There must be a sharp object somewhere nearby that he could use to free them.

OOC: Hey, Alpha, how's this?

-RG Draug Layor

OOC: Sweet, Draug. I like it...but I think I'll change the name...

Okay, looks like FoG will have 16 parts.

IC:
Darilan doesn't see anything sharp enough to break apart the ropes, but he can see the knots quite clearly. It's possible that, since his hands are free, he could simply untie them himself.

Drats! I can't cut through.
Getting again into a sitting position, he looks at the door, as two guards bring another soul into their cell.
Another captive it seems. Just you wait, you Hakiems!

He tries to crawl nearer to the newcomer, to see if he's okay.
"Hey, are you okay?"-he asks.
Quickly catching a glimpse of his arms, the boy notices his hands are fully free, and gleefuly asks:" Do you mind setting us free? These ropes are a bit tight, and Blank there"-he says, pointing to the nomad with his head-"is bleeding from the pressure, it seems. I know this really isn't the time for introductions, but my name's Tayro. Tayro Wind. And you?"
Hehe... knew it! These Hakiems are all idiotic!

I had two fire scrolls you know.. that jinoa gave me accidently two...
they only took one so.. fire isn't a problem

Darilan rushes to Blank, stumbling a bit. The ropes are simple to untie. He tries to hurry to free Blank from the constricting grasp.

OOC: Oh man, I hate it when I have to go; that's when everything happens!

IC: Nogare is the last to wake. He rolls over, and scraps himself. He gasps through his teeth, and suddenly his arms begin to burn; bonds! What? What happened?!

Then he remembered; the camp. He was just sitting by the fire, his cloak around his body... and then, something bit him... He got up in sudden shock. He looked around. Shada, Azador, 2 sheikahs, and a Hylian he had seen at the fire. His bag! All of his items were done! he only had his ordinary clothes. The place was cold, but that is not what bothered him the most; they were trapped in a dungeon! Fire! "What are you doing, you fools?! You know that we won't get far without being caught, I hope."

OOC: Sorry. Damn, I have to leave yet again. Alpha, please take over Nogare for me while I'm gone! I'll be like an hour or so.
-Nogare

OOC: AH! MORE people to take over!?! Gee whiz; guys, I may be an okay RPer, but I can't handle four characters at once!

...or can I?

IC:
Shada nearly bursts out laughing upon hearing about Azador's solution, but remembers the guard is still outside. So she merely nods. "Think we could use that second scroll to escape?"

Noticing Nogare awaken, Shada looks over at the samarai. "Well, we have to try! Either we possibly die while escaping or we certainly die sitting here. Which do you choose?" Nogare considers the two options, and by the fire that suddenly springs into his eye, you can tell he'd rather go out the samarai way - with a fight.


Darilan easily unties the ropes around Blank. As the nomad rubs his sore, bleeding wrists, he grins at Darilan and sticks out his hand. The palm retracts a second later as the pain hits. Cringing, he merely says, "Thanks. Name's Blank, Blank Fireside. Who're you? And do you know Alpha?" He figures that that is the reason everyone has been captured, and decides to express his hunch.

Ow this nice.. azador thinks.. I hope the hakiems will recognise me... this can cost me my identity.. my plans..

no time for day dreaming...

OOC:eh.. is there any body in the room that can also use magic? ( without scrolls i mean )

"Pleased to meet you Blank. We may have met before, if memory serves correctly"

Having observed that Shada is keeping here voice soft, he asks quietly, "What lies ahead of us?" He goes on to free another captive.